It was early March. I was standing at the counter waiting while a girl in glasses checked my documents. The door to the open space office was slightly open, and I saw him. A tall, broad-shouldered black man with short curly hair. He was standing by the window with a cup of coffee in his hand laughing about something while talking to his colleague. His white shirt stretched across his chest so tightly that I couldn’t help but hold my breath. He has beautiful hands, strong wrists, and perfect posture. I felt something click inside.

I started arriving earlier seemingly at the right moment. The third time, I heard his name was Kevin. He’d been working in the IT department for six months. I casually asked a girl I knew at the reception, «Does he have a phone number? I’m having trouble with the printer at the office. Maybe he can help.» She smiled and dictated it. I saved the contact as «Kevin_office.»

When I got home that evening, I wrote him my first message after getting out of the shower. My heart was pounding like a schoolgirl’s. I hadn’t had a lover in a long time. And I was already missing the thrill of it. Besides, my husband didn’t mind and allowed me to take any liberties. After all, our marriage is built on these sweet liberties.

So I wrote to him:

«Hi. This is Anna, the courier from the law firm. You probably don’t remember, but I come to see you every week. I heard your name today and decided to write. Mind chatting?»

He replied ten minutes later: «Hi, Anna! Of course I remember. You’re always in a black coat and carrying a big folder.»

We texted every day. At first, about work, the weather, how he missed a real American burger. Then I became bolder. I sent photos: first just my reflection in the mirror in a new dress, then in lacy lingerie I’d bought especially for him. «This is for you!» I wrote under one photo. He responded with a voicemail: a low, velvety voice with a slight accent. «Anna, you kill me. You’re so beautiful, I can’t concentrate on work.»

Then I went even further. I told him how I imagined his hands on my body. How I wanted to feel his lips on my neck. He responded in the same vein: «I’d pin you against the wall right here in our office and not let go until you moan my name.» Every message he sent made my thighs clench. We texted each other all night. I masturbated to his voicemails imagining him whispering it in my ear.

Thursday arrived faster than I expected. I put on my most revealing lingerie under my formal business suit: black lace panties and a bra that barely covered my boobs. I also put on high heels. When I walked into the office, my heart was pounding so loudly that I was afraid everyone would hear. Then I handed over the contracts, smiled at the secretary, and as soon as I was in the hallway, I pulled out my phone.

«I’m here. The restroom is on the fifth floor, in the far stall. Come in five minutes. I’m waiting.»

And I stood inside the stall, my back pressed against the cold wall. The door was ajar. I heard footsteps a few minutes later. The door opened, and he walked in.

Kevin was even more handsome up close. His eyes were dark and hot sweeping over me. Then he closed the door behind him and immediately pinned me against the wall. His hand rested on my waist, the other on the back of my head.

• Are you serious? – he whispered hoarsely.
• Yes. – I breathed out and reached for his lips.

The kiss was harsh, passionate, and impatient. His tongue immediately entered my mouth, and I moaned. Kevin’s hands slid under my skirt lifting it to my waist. He abruptly ripped my panties down, and the fabric split. I unbuckled his belt feeling his hard cock pulsing beneath my hands. A big, hot black cock.

• Faster! – I whispered wrapping my arm around his BBC and sliding him up and down.

He lifted me by the hips, and my legs wrapped around his waist. He entered me almost completely. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I’d been waiting for this for so long, for his black cock to fill me, and it was incredible.

Kevin began to move and penetrate me deeper. I’ve been waiting for this guickie with a BBC in the bathroom for so long. Each thrust drove me into the wall. The restroom stall shook. I dug my nails into his shoulders burying my face in his neck to muffle my moans.

• Yes… like this… harder! – I begged whispering in his ear.

He fucked me faster. His hands held my ass tightly, and his fingers dug into my skin. I felt everything inside me tighten, my orgasm rapidly approaching. He went particularly deep and paused for a second, then began moving in short, hard thrusts hitting the exact spot that made my vision go dark.

I came first. My body arched, and I bit his shoulder through his shirt to keep from screaming. Waves of pleasure rolled over me one after another. Kevin moaned into my hair and a few seconds later came deep inside me filling me completely. His hips trembled, his whole body pressing into me.

We stood like that for another minute breathing heavily. He slowly lowered me to the floor. My legs were shaking. His cum ran down the inside of my thigh. I quickly took some wet wipes out of my purse, and we both silently cleaned ourselves up. Then he zipped up his pants, and I adjusted my skirt. I had to put my panties in my purse because they were hopelessly ruined.

• That was… so damn hot. – he whispered.
• Next Thursday in the same stall? – I smiled feeling my insides still pulsing.
• I’ll wait for your message. – he chuckled, adjusting his shirt.

I left first. My heart was still pounding. In the elevator, I looked at myself in the mirror: disheveled hair, flushed lips, a satisfied smile. Once a week, I’ll bring contracts here. And now I’ll have another, very pleasant, reason to come back.

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I cried for a very long time at first. And then I realized I was still alive. My body, which I’d hidden for forty years under robes and old dresses, suddenly began to demand its own. I’m sixty, but I don’t want to lie in the same bed with a man in silence. And then we talked. It was a very honest conversation.

I felt so sorry for my husband that I cried. Colby took my hands in his trembling ones and told me he loved me and didn’t want me to suffer. He himself said that if I needed men for sex, he would agree to it. I know he’s always loved me, and even now, in this situation, he thinks about what’s best for me. That’s what we decided. No affairs, no feelings. Just the body. Just pleasure.

First, I took care of myself. I signed up for a gym, although at first I was a little embarrassed. My trainer was a young woman who worked out diligently with me, and we even became friends. I began to feel much better and more confident.

Then I bought new black lace lingerie, which I had previously considered vulgar. I also bought several dresses with low necklines or short ones. My legs looked beautiful. I put on low-heeled shoes again. I regretted I`m not wearing clothes like that before, even when I was 40 years old. And when I looked in the mirror, I didn’t recognize myself. And I really liked it.

The first time was at a bar not far from our house. I sat at the counter and ordered wine. Then a man of about 55 years old came up to me, fit and gray at the temples. We talked about little things, and then I said straight out: « I want to fuck with you tonight.» His eyes lit up. In the hotel room, he tore my dress off. His hands trembled with desire. When he entered me, I screamed with unexpected pleasure. He fucked me greedily, hard, almost roughly. I came twice, my nails digging into his back. Then I lay there and smiled at the ceiling. I felt desired again. And free.

After that, there were many different men. Young and not so young, tall and stocky. I tried everything I’d missed. One in a car in a parking lot, another in his apartment. I liked the variety. I liked the feeling of different cocks filling me in different ways: one thick and short, another long and curved.

And I learned to ask for what I wanted and how. And they did it. I returned home with wet panties, the scent of another man on my skin. And my husband was waiting for me. He sat in a chair, looked into my eyes, and quietly asked: «Well, how was it?» I sat on his lap, hugged him, and told him. In detail. How I was fucked, how I screamed, how I came.

He couldn’t get up, but his breathing quickened, his cheeks flushed. «I’m happy that you’re happy!» he whispered.

Everything changed about six months ago. I met him in a cafe. His name was James. A tall, black man of about 45 years old. Broad shoulders, a deep voice, a charming smile. We started talking. He turned out to be an engineer from Ghana, and he lived in our city for work. When we were in our hotel room, James took his time. He undressed me slowly kissing every inch. His lips were hot. And then I saw his black cock. Big. Thick. Black. It was erect like a trunk. I took him in my mouth and could barely wrap my lips around him. James groaned lowly as I worked his gigantic cock.

When he entered me, I felt my walls stretch. He moved slowly, deeply filling me gradually. It seemed like I came after just a minute, my whole body shaking. He didn’t stop. Then he flipped me over, positioned me doggy style, and entered again. I felt him even deeper. And I screamed. And then I cried with pleasure. He fucked me for almost an hour. And then he came inside me, so hard. I lay in a pool of our juices and realized I had never experienced anything like this before.

Since then, I’ve only fucked him. It happens every week, sometimes twice. He knows my body better than I do. He knows how to pin me against the wall and take me standing up, how to stick two fingers into my ass while his BBC pounds me from the front. How to make me cum just by pressing his tongue to my clit. I scream his name. I beg him not to stop. After him, I walk around like I’m drunk, my legs are shaking, my pussy is aching sweetly, and there’s only one thing in my head: «More!»

My husband knows. I tell him everything. How James stretches me, how I flow onto his black cock, how I cum so hard I almost pass out. Colby listens, strokes my hair, and smiles. «I see you glow.»

I don’t feel guilty, I feel free. At sixty, I’m finally living. My body is enjoying itself. And my loving, understanding, happy husband is by my side. And James gives me what Colby can no longer. So I`m grateful to both of them.

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Then a tall black guy squeezed in next to us. He stood right behind Lexi almost pressing against her. The bus swayed, and his hand, as if by accident, landed on her thigh. I saw Lexi tense up, but she didn’t move away. She simply turned her head toward me and whispered: «It’s a bit crowded in here, huh?» I nodded, though something inside me was burning. His hand remained on her thigh. Then his fingers slowly slid down her leg, under the hem of her dress.

I wanted to say something to push him away, but the bus shook again, and everyone pressed even closer together. Now he was standing right next to me. Lexi was looking straight ahead, but I saw her cheeks flush. His hand had completely disappeared under her dress. I stood half a meter away and couldn’t take my eyes off him. His thick black fingers had already spread her thighs. Lexi parted her legs slightly, as if by accident, to keep her balance.

This situation was so hot and sexy, and I didn’t know how to react. I saw his index finger run along the edge of her panties and simply push them aside. Lexi exhaled quietly. Her fingers gripped the handrail above her head. I stood and watched as this strange black guy slowly inserted his middle finger into my girlfriend. Deeply. She was already wet, I could see his fingers glistening as he pulled them out slightly.

Lexi bit her lip. Her eyes filled with excitement and pleasure. The bus was shaking, people were chatting, some were laughing, and this guy started moving his hand rhythmically. Slowly at first, one finger sliding in and out, and then he added a second. Now two black fingers were stretching my girlfriend right before my eyes. I heard a soft, wet sound under her dress. Her panties were completely pulled to the side, and his palm was now pressed against her clit rubbing it in circles.

Then she moaned softly. I saw her knees tremble slightly. She pressed herself against his chest. The stranger leaned toward her ear and whispered something. I didn’t understand, but Lexi nodded. His fingers sped up. Now he was fucking her with three fingers, deep and hard plunging in and out almost to the tips. Lexi began to move her hips toward his hand. Just a little, so no one would notice. But I noticed. I saw her pussy dripping down his wrist.

I stood there, unable to move. My cock was rock hard, but I didn’t even dare touch it. I just watched as this black stranger brought my girlfriend to orgasm with his fingers on a crowded bus. Lexi turned her head toward me. And then she whispered to me with just her lips: «I’m going to cum.»

And she came. It happened abruptly. Her body jerked, she gripped the handrail so hard her knuckles turned white. I saw her thighs squeeze his hand, how she tried to hold back a moan. Something leaked from under her dress. His fingers were completely inside her, and he continued to move them slowly prolonging her orgasm. Lexi’s entire body was shaking. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and her mouth was slightly open. I could see her trying not to moan loudly enough for the whole bus to hear.

The stranger finally slowly pulled out his fingers. They glistened with her juices. Then he simply adjusted her panties as if nothing had happened and got off at the next stop, without even looking at me.

Lexi stood there breathing heavily. Her dress was slightly wet in front. She turned to me, pressed her face to my chest, and whispered: «I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop. It was just incredible!»

I just stood there,holding her. My cock was throbbing. I knew that at home she would let me enter her right away, wet and stretched by his fingers. But now, on the bus, I simply held my girlfriend and felt her body still shaking from her orgasm.

We got off at our stop. Lexi walked with her legs slightly apart, and I could see traces of moisture on her thighs. At home, she told me everything in detail, how he immediately found her clit, how he stretched her from the inside, how he whispered that she was a «good white slut.» I came without touching myself just listening to her.

Since then, we sometimes take that bus late at night on purpose. And every time, I hope he’ll be there again. Because watching a black guy fingering my girlfriend until her knees tremble is the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen.

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She didn’t cheat on me. And I was too mired in work to seek sexual pleasures elsewhere. I understood we still loved each other, but my wife was bored in our marriage. Then Mel came to me and told me point-blank that she wanted to feel weak, desired, taken hard, roughly, and for a long time. She frankly said that she’d tried fantasizing about it with me. It didn’t work. And she needed other men, big and dark.

Then I thought that she was probably into interracial porn, of which there was a lot. I didn’t make a scene of jealousy; I thought, so be it, if it makes my wife happy. Then I simply asked: «Can I watch?» I remember her crying with relief.

We set the rules: she chooses the partners, I watch or wait at home. The first time happened at a hotel. Mel met Jake at the bar. He worked as a trainer, tall and athletic. I sat in the corner of the room and watched. Mel looked at me while unzipping his fly. When his big black cock popped out, she quietly said that this is what she wanted. And then she took it in her mouth.

He fucked her for over an hour. Then he moved her face towards me, and I watched her enjoy taking his black cock inside her. Mel came hard, her body shaking. Afterward, she whispered thanks to me for letting her feel it.

From then on, such encounters became regular. Mel loved variety. One of her lovers filmed it on his phone, and she sent it to me later. I was aroused by the way my wife swallowed black cocks. One time, she brought two guys over. They laid her on the bed, one entering from the front, the other from behind. Their bodies glistened as they fucked my wife. Mel screamed from the double penetration, her body shaking, and orgasms rolling in waves.

Sometimes she comes home with her pussy stretched and cum dripping down her legs and lies down next to me. I penetrate her with my fingers feeling how hot, slippery, and foreign she is. And all of this drives me wilder than any porn.

Then I noticed changes in my wife after some time. She became more confident, sexier, and our intimate moments after her encounters were the most passionate. My wife whispered to me that we still belonged to each other, it’s just that she can be both a slut and a wife at the same time.

I see my wife looking at me with the same passion she did in the first years of our relationship. One day, she came back from another date. She smelled of someone else’s sweat and sperm, and she said to me: «Only you know how to love me after all this.» And I realized that love means giving her everything she wants if you stay together after all this.

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It started six months ago, completely by accident. I saw a video in my feed. It lasted only a few seconds: dark skin glistening with sweat, muscular shoulders, a deep voice. I closed the video, but that sexy image was seared into my memory. Now it comes to me on its own, especially at night.

I imagine him tall, like a basketball player, with broad shoulders and that predatory, confident smirk that sends shivers down my spine. His eyes are dark, piercing, full of sexual desire. He doesn’t mince words: he grabs my hair, pulls my head back exposing my neck, and sinks his lips into my skin leaving bruises that I later hide under a scarf.

In my fantasy, he pins me against the cold kitchen wall. His large, rough hands grip my wrists above my head holding them in place with one hand, while the other slides down my body. I feel the texture of his skin so hot and contrasting with my pale one. He whispers in a hoarse voice: «Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?» The words are rough and commanding making my heart pound like crazy. His fingers roughly spread my thighs slipping under my skirt, and I’m already wet. My panties stick to my skin, and moisture runs down the inside of my thighs.

In reality, I barely move under the covers. My husband sleeps 10 inches away from me, his breathing even, and my pussy pulsates swelling with every mental touch. I imagine him ripping my clothes, the fabric bursting, buttons flying. His thick, hard black cock presses against me, hot and heavy, and he enters with one powerful thrust stretching me to the limit.

I feel everything: his veins, the pulsation, how he fills me completely thrashing inside, eliciting moans from me. He fucks me hard, his thrusts deep, the rhythm quickening, his hips slapping against mine leaving red marks. I imagine myself scratching his back, digging my nails into the muscles, and he growls and bites my shoulder intensifying the pain and pleasure. My fingers under the blanket are more active now.

Then I spread my legs wider rubbing against my palm, feeling my clit hard and sensitive, how each circle around it sends shocks throughout my body. The moisture is abundant and hot soaking the sheets, and I’m afraid my husband will hear a rustle or smell my arousal. I come under him at the climax of my fantasy, my body arching, my muscles clenching around his cock, waves of orgasm rolling in one after another making me gasp, biting my lip until it bleeds to keep from screaming.

And then emptiness. My husband stirs in his sleep, and I freeze. Shame washes over me like a cold wave: I imagine a strange black man dominating me. A man who takes what he wants, without question. I want to tell my husband: «Darling, when I think about sex with him, my pussy gets so wet so I can barely breathe. I’m wet just thinking about his roughness, about how he’ll fuck me.»

But the words stick in my throat. My husband is so gentle, so caring, and I’m afraid he’ll see me as a slut and a cheater. That our bed routine is missionary position on Saturdays, and that will seem like an insult to him.

So I stay silent. I lie in the dark fingering myself to another quiet but intense orgasm, my legs shaking. While he sleeps.

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And my last visit to this place left me so satisfied that I can’t hold back. My husband, as usual, worked this weekend. So I dressed up and headed out to meet new sexual adventures. I wore a tight blouse, my boobs practically spilling out, and my short skirt barely covered my butt. And of course, I left my panties at home.

I squeezed my legs tightly together on the way there, and I became incredibly aroused. My nipples were already hard, and my blouse couldn’t hide it. The administrator winked at me, and I quickly entered the darkened room. The air was thick and hot, and the moans of a brunette on her knees choking on a black cock were coming from the screen.

I slipped inside into the darkness and sat down. I watched the screen and glanced around. My pussy was already dripping down my thighs. So I spread my legs and freed my boobs from my blouse. Once I got used to the darkness, I noticed how crowded the room was today. Then I heard several men talking behind me.

I don’t know if they were there when I arrived or if they came after. One of them asked me: «Do you need company, baby? We are ready to satisfy all your dirty desires.» I looked at them. They were three black guys, young and middle-aged. Fear gripped me, but the arousal was so strong that I was surprised. I thought, where else could this happen to me, only here?

These three men clearly wanted to use me. Then I unbuttoned my blouse and invited them to join me. One immediately squeezed my boobs and twisted my nipple causing my clit to tingle. He quickly unzipped his pants revealing a large black cock, its head already wet.

I leaned over resting my bare boobs on his thighs, and took his head into my mouth. He eagerly thrust upward, and I began sucking deeply, my head falling to his hairy pubis. My skirt hiked up revealing my ass and pussy. A second man approached from behind. He insistently inserted his fingers into my pussy.

I moaned as his fingers began to fuck me. I was still sucking, drooling, when the second man’s fingers were replaced by his cock. So I realized he had thrust his black cock into me. So I felt the expansion from his thrust, which aroused me even more. He immediately began to fuck my pussy hard.

And I wanted to moan. But the first man wouldn’t let my head go. He held my hair and pressed, so I wouldn’t let go of his cock. The third man in their group touched my ass and tits. They fucked my body hard, and I simply lost myself in it. The third man was exploring my ass with his fingers when cum began pouring into my mouth.

He continued to hold me, so I swallowed the warm, bitter liquid. The second man picked up the pace, and I felt him cum inside me. There was so much of his sperm, it flowed down my thighs and dripped down his balls, which stuck to my thighs. At that moment, an orgasm swept through me.

I relaxed and slumped against the seat and the first man. My pussy clenched. But before I knew it, I was back on his cock. Now I was sitting on top of one man, and the other was pushing his cock into my ass. My tits hung right above the stranger’s face. He sucked them, then squeezed them hard with his fingers. I slowly moved my hips on his thick black cock, and it felt like I was about to cum again right then and there.

Then I finally felt my ass fill with another cock. The man below me continued to pinch my nipples. They swelled and became so hard. My boobs ached from the squeezing and slapping. Two cocks filled me, and my nipples were pinched and twisted. Then I came moaning loudly, as if I could hear the whole dark hall.

My body shook as hot streams of cum flooded me again. My thighs were wet and sticky. I wanted more. Then the guys put me on a chair and fucked me in turns. My boobs dangled and slapped against the back of the chair. I came again and again. My pussy and ass were so stretched and filled with sticky cum, that the stretching burned me, and orgasms rolled through my body one after another.

I felt so good and free. I looked for their cocks. Then they gave them to me in the mouth while one of them fucked me. I lost count of my orgasms. And how many times they came inside me and on my face.

I didn’t know how I was going to get home because the cum kept flowing out of me as I went to the bathroom and got dressed trying to clean myself up after three black men had used my body. And I felt wonderful, dirty and depraved, satisfied and a completely happy woman.

I did my best to clean up my face, but my lips were raw. My cheeks were red and swollen, my nipples were rubbing painfully against the fabric of my blouse, which aroused a new desire in me. I refreshed myself a little from the breeze outside and headed home having stained my skirt and the car seat with the sperm of black strangers.

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I didn’t feel like dancing. My husband was dozing, which upset me immensely. Because after all this talk, I was thinking about fucking him in the bathroom. Then I went to the bathroom alone. A handsome young man was standing at the entrance to the bathrooms. He was tall, black, and wearing a black T-shirt and baggy jeans.

We started a casual conversation. And then he asked me to dance. He grabbed me tightly around the waist and pressed his body against mine. I felt my body heat up and my blood rush. Then his hand dropped to my ass and slowly slipped under my short dress.

It was so pleasurable that goosebumps ran through my body. His hand moved toward my pussy. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the moment. And then, soon, he touched my panties. He unabashedly pulled back the light fabric and touched my already wet labia.

His fingers slowly penetrated my pussy, and a wave of heat swept through me. I moaned. And his fingers moved faster and faster inside me penetrating deeper and deeper. I knew that in just a little while I would cum. So I clutched this handsome man’s shoulders tightly with my hands. I relaxed and enjoyed myself, and pleasure washed over me. When I came, he slowly withdrew his fingers from my pussy.

I tugged at his hand. And so we left the bar and found ourselves on the street. There was no one there. I unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard, black cock. Then I licked it with my tongue,exploring its entire length from the tip to the balls. I loved the feeling. And I slowly lowered myself and wrapped my lips around the head.

I sucked his cock slowly plunging it into my throat. The stranger threw his head back and enjoyed my blowjob. My lips moved faster and faster over his hot, black cock. I kept pulling it out of my mouth and then plunging back down.

I felt his balls tighten. And then the cum started flowing down my throat. He continued to cum, and I took his warm streams and swallowed it all. After that, we went back to the bar and parted ways. It had been a great adventure.

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And then I ended up at his work. He works as a manager at a construction company. It turned out that his crew consisted only of black guys. I was waiting for him to finish his workday and sitting in my car. I watched all these healthy black guys doing hard work. And I was suddenly overcome with a sexual fantasy about how they all would fuck me.

Then we drove home. We stopped along the way and fucked hard right in the car because my pussy was so wet from the fantasy of black cocks that I wouldn’t have made it home. I shared this fantasy with my husband. He looked at me and said we were missing out by not trying this sooner.

So one day, we decided to put our plan into action. It was the weekend, and the guys were relaxing in their barracks. I put on a tight T-shirt and a short denim skirt with high boots. I left my panties at home.

My husband’s dick was hard as hell while we were driving to the site. I gave him a blow job to loosen him up a bit. We went into the guys’ barracks, and I immediately headed to the restroom. All the men were surprised we were there. Then my husband told them that his wife just wanted to fuck all the black cocks that were willing. And that all of this really turned us on.

All the guys perked up. It’s not every day that someone’s husband offers them to fuck his white wife. By the time I came out of the restroom, they were already standing there with their black cocks outstretched. It looked incredibly hot! I started sucking all of their cocks in turn. I tried to swallow their huge BBCs. My makeup started to run, but I was smiling.

My husband said his wife needed a great fuck with black cocks. Then these guys lifted me off the floor and laid me on one of the beds. They saw my wet pussy without panties. They really liked it. I was really turned on by how much all these guys with hard black cocks wanted me.

When one of them entered me, I felt an incredible stretch. They didn’t stand on ceremony with me. My pussy felt a slight burning sensation for the first time, but then I was incredibly wet. I held onto the headboard with my hands while they came up and took turns inserting their cocks into me.

I didn’t dare let them ravage my ass. But I think I will next time. They continued fucking me for a couple of hours. I came several times during that time, and I really enjoyed it. They twisted my body however they wanted, and I consented. Because I realized I could enjoy all of this.

All the men who lived in that barracks fucked me. Then I cleaned myself up a bit in their bathroom, and my husband and I drove home. I felt their sperm leaking out of my vagina the whole way. It was incredible. I told my husband about it. He wanted to fuck me. But my pussy was so tired that I didn’t let him.

After that, he stared at me excitedly. He fingered me while he drove. I came again. So I decided to thank my husband for it and sucked his hard cock right there on the road.

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Then we tried cuckolding. We realized we both enjoyed that kind of fun. So my wife started having sex with other men. And later, she started having sex only with black guys. I asked her why that happened. She explained a lot of reasons, and eventually, I accepted it.

We never had any conversations about stopping having sex, or about me having to wear a chastity belt, or about any humiliation or turning me into a sissy. I just loved watching my wife get fucked by a black man.

Gradually, I stopped fucking my wife altogether. Our life remained the same including all the household chores and family matters, and our overall relationship as a married couple. Only sex life no longer affected me.

And I came to the conclusion that I never really wanted to have sex. I saw I couldn’t satisfy my wife, so I was stressed out about being a bad husband. After all, I couldn’t bring my wife to orgasm or I came too quickly or I couldn’t arouse her body.

But I know and see that she is sexually satisfied now. And another man does this, which relieves me of responsibility for her sexual satisfaction and arousal. I think this decision has made our life calmer and more measured. My wife has been able to explore her sexuality, and we live a normal family life.

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And then one day, I put on my sexiest set: a black lace bra that barely covered my nipples and a thong that cut into my wet pussy. I was already on edge. I masturbated all day imagining a huge black man fucking me in front of my husband.

And I sat down next to my husband on the couch and pressed my tits against him. I whispered to him that I’d long fantasized about a big black cock and that I wanted to feel it. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his cock was already hardening under my palm.

I looked absolutely stunning, and he loved it. Then I kissed his neck nibbling on his earlobe. «I want a black cock. Big and thick. I want him to fuck me like a slut while you watch. You’ll watch me get pounded by a real stud.»

He froze, but I felt his cock twitch in his pants. Arousal? Yes! He quietly said: «Are you serious?» Then I stood up, pulled down my thong, and showed him my shaved, dripping pussy. «Look how wet I am from the thought. I love black cocks, Stan. They’re so big, so hard. Imagine, I’m on my knees, sucking this monster, drooling, and he grabs my hair and fucks my throat. Then he puts me doggy style and rams me balls deep. I’ll scream, cum like a fountain, and you’ll jerk off like you’re watching porn!»

And then I dropped to my knees, unzipped his cock, and took his cock in my mouth, but in my head I was imagining a different one. Thicker. Longer. And black. I sucked my husband’s cock and looked at him, saying: «Please, darling, let’s find someone. On an app, or at a club. I want to feel a black cock stretch me. I want his cum inside me. Lots of it, hot, so it runs down my legs.»

He groaned, grabbed my hair, and started fucking my mouth harder than ever. He was truly turned on by my fantasy! Soon he exhaled and started cumming down my throat. «Do you really want this?» And I swallowed and smiled wiping my lips. And he liked it too. So soon we’ll find a big black guy, and it will be the best sex of my life.

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